- the 100% woodfire-roasted cheezandwich -

Sunday, July 27, 2008

interest rates on the up

Taken from the Terms & Conditions of a bank account:

16.3 If you have not opted for Early Access facility, you will not be able to close your account except for the following reasons
  • In case you have met an unfortunate death
  • Local court has declared you bankrupt and has given instructions to close the account
So who decides if your death will be a fortunate one?
Anyway this is a new market-leading rate so it appears to be a sounds investment even after
your death!

Friday, July 25, 2008

Farm and malvern

So we went fruit-picking last weekend.
I meant to get some pictures posted but let's wait a little, shall we?

It was fun, even though I knew cherries grew on trees... but these were small trees compared to those found in the wild (e.g. back home), so we could pluck all the fruitsrather easily. However there were a few varieties and those I got weren't as large or as dark. I think I need to find the Stella strain next time.

I bought 22 pounds (cash) worth of fruit, amounting to 4 and a half kilo of strawberries and 2.5kg of cherries - shared with Hui. I finally finished off the last of the cherries today during lunch. I've been having the fruits every day of the week! Plus gave some to a few colleagues. Over the course of the week I lost a strawberry due to mould and about 6 cherries that didn't look right, but that's still an impressive yield! And these strawberries are pretty large, in the supermarkets they would easily have cost 4 quid for 250g.

We then went to Great Malvern to collect water hahahaha. It's a very pretty Victorian therapeutic city (known for its famous "containing nothing at all" water cure), but a pity we didn't have time to go up to the Worcestershire Beacon, the highest point on the Malvern Hills and overlooking 7 counties. I will return, mark my words!

This weekend we will be going to Botanical Gardens in Carmarthenshire. Next weekend is earmarked for a return to the farm for some carrot-digging, more fruits, and perhaps a wander to their fishing ponds etc. We also have plans to go to a Michelin-starred pub in Herefordshire to try out posh, locally-sourced food. Estimate is about 20+ pounds per person for a lunch.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

University Degrees are not what they seem

(Article link at end of posting)
Recent news in UK have centred around the increasing number of First Class degrees, the high passing rate including students with desperately poor commands of English (eg lots of Masters students), students & staff at a university being advised to inflate their opinions of the institution in the National Students Survey (which, incidentally, my university did very well in despite my doubts about their actual performance, the objectivity of the very survey, and the students who did it), as well as allegations of examiners both external and internal keeping quiet about lax standards and bad practices, and staff being advised to ensure good pass & degree-scoring rates.

All this is demeaning the degree and teaching but nobody is willing to raise a concrete issue. Why? This is a very diffficult subject to broach. Which student would complain if it might mean his marks get lowered? His degree class might be put in jeopardy, his future job prospects might be affected. A lecturer with low pass rates in an exam could face difficulties as that may mean his teaching is perceived to be poor, students will rate him lowly, and his reputation and job prospects would be hit if his university was revealed to have poor standards. The reality is that a lot of universities try to enhance their own image and that is best done by good degree awards, high pass rates, great "student satisfaction", strong employment figures, high research rating, good investment in facilities etc. As a business the best way to enhance their bottomline (and ranking on the league tables) would be to 1) award more good degrees 2) make sure more people pass 3) admit lots of fee-paying foreign students. Point 3 alone may mean that incoming standards need to be lowered to ensure a larger share of the foreign student market becomes accessible.

In the not too distant past I was a student at the University of Leicester, and found that while it was a decent university there was a lot of poor lecturing going on, coursework submission was not marked to a good or consistent standard, exams were sometimes bordering farcical, and a lack of genuine concern about standards. In reality these problems are embedded quite deeply into the system. I am sure there are universities much worse. And surely I would not want to demean my own degree, but I must say my First Class could have done with a bit more work and less time-wasting. If I had been in a highly-competitive institution like Imperial College or Cambridge it would certainly have been more difficult to achieve the grades I did.

One fine day as I was approaching the end of my course I happened to chat with the president of a society I was in, and we agreed our degree/exam standards left much to be desired. We made an agreement that, after we graduated, we would each email the head of department and let our feelings be known. Some time later I spoke to him again and both of us had not written that email. Student apathy, they say, but really it does have a bit of inertia involved.

Not too long ago I read that the university had relaxed its degree-scoring criteria. It used to require 70% outright for a 1st Class degree, but that was lowered to 68% with additional leeway for consideration. To me, that was an outright indication of a drop in standard. Obviously it would have been easier for them to set simpler papers but perhaps apprehension about tinkering with something that might be externally-assessed made them decide on this classification, which was entirely up to them to decide upon.

Some courses are fundamentally more difficult, for example law and medicine, where it can get quite clear-cut if a student was incompetent. However in the sciences where it is exam-based, or even in the arts where an essay is subjective and easily plagiarised (undetectable if done in the right way), there is a lot of scope for incompetent students to work in. First of all, we had a Quality course in which the lecturer was a Professor who taught the concepts but skipped the details, and told us the exam "usually" included a question on some topic. The irony! In fact one didn't have to listen to his veiled comments, as a quick peek at the past papers revealed enough. In each of the last 4 or 5 years recurring questions came out, some with different numbers substituted (for calculation questions), or some even unchanged (usually open ended questions). In my year a calculation question came out and it had the same figures as a past question - he didn't even bother to adjust those figures. Another two essay questions were an exact copy of past years'. We still had people failing the exam, but that's where I go into my next point. By and large it is now very difficult to fail a subject, and the fact that even with such divine intervention a student could fail would tell us that he didn't deserve to get to third year. I can tell you, even a perfunctory glance at the course notes would have been rather sufficient to cover the 24% of coursework knowledge required to pass the exam.

This is just one example of lax standards, albeit one rather extreme.
I am proud of my degree in terms of having passed well, but not proud of the way in which it was attained. I could really have done with a much harsher development path.

See here for an excellent article about poor admission standards
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/education/7358528.stm
Just look at the comments, including some from academics at top universities. Each comment is in agreement with the views presented in the article. So it must be biased. Why?
Because the students who've been alleged against may never be able to string together enough words in English to sufficiently convey their opposition, let alone bother to read the article in the first place...

More articles on the right pane. Feel free, especially the excellent E-mail leak of 'degree inflation'.

congrats to the graduands - class of '08

My parents abhor tv meals, where we (usually me) grab what we can onto our plates and escape from the dining room to sit in front of the television, solitary. I guess it's different when you are living alone. I am having another screen meal, where I bring my porridge up to sit in front of my laptop and type. When I am downstairs in the dining room I usually have a copy of IET's magazine (not always the latest; I have a few copies still shrink-wrapped). Andrew Lloyd Webber's 3-disc musical compilation is playing in the background right now...

So Joanne and co have graduated, their 5 years of toil finally ending on one glorious day with a handshake with the Chancellor. I was reading a recent uproar in education circles about UK degrees desperately lacking in standards. Had wanted to post one up a long time ago, so here it is.
But in order not to spoil this post for the graduands, I shall move it into the next post.

So let me take this opportunity to also congratulate Cyn meimei, Andy Zui and whoever else I may have inadvertently missed. Probably a fair few.

Meng's Leaving Do

Our plan had been to go to TGIF for dinner....
I left work almost two and a half hours later than I thought I would (but of course after my normal hours I wasn't entirely doing work), and went straight to Leanne's place instead. There was also a bit of drizzle starting to fall....

But this being the "only day the restaurant was open" (it's Friday!) we found it packed and were looking at an hour's wait. With multiple contingencies planned, we went for Plan B which was Frankie & Benny's near Cardiff Bay. Eefu's new Honda Jazz eagerly welcomed us with its irritating reverse-gear string of beeps, as we started off towards the bay.

At F&B we headed for the bar where I tried a passionfruit daiquiri which turned out to be a bit of a ladies' drink. Meng was leaving the next day so this was gonna be a real feast (to celebrate his going??). We had a starter platter with stuffed potato skins and calamari (on Leanne's insistence). Then we had 4 different main courses - Eefu & Meng went for chicken & ribs which didn't quite look as palatable as the menu made it to sound, nor in actual fact looked good, compared to the ribs I nearly had for Xmas at Old Orleans. Steve went for the calzone which he was fond of but turned out a bit smaller than he expected, plus it didn't look to have too much toppings - granted, this was a folded pizza so we couldn't really see what glorious stuff was inside. Leanne got the 12oz rump steak with roasted tomato, mushroom & chips, while I went for Aunt Rosario's Lamb Shank, which was a leg of lamb in a sweet barbecuey sauce, which to be frank was a bit too sweet for my liking. I think I would have preferred a peppercorn sauce base, but it was still very edible and probably looked the most presentable of the lot. We were pretty well stuffed so I stayed away from dessert, though I did join in the fun when Leanne's choc ice cream sundae arrived.

Next up was bowling, at Hollywood Bowl. Usually at bowling I try to hit 70 points, which is the average of 7 points per frame (visit to the lane). This time, as I expected, I was the worst performer, but I did manage to hit an 80, losing by 2 points to a self-proclaimed connoisseur Eefu, one who obviously fancied his chances. My game flourished in fits and starts, most evidently in the second game, where I hit a couple of strikes, and indeed began with a spare. In fact I was on course to match the top scorers, but after getting 81 in 8 frames I went on to score blanks in the final two and ended up in last place again! I could have reasonably got to 100, which would have been one of my highest-scoring occasions! The final game was kinda a farce for me as my arm had started to tighten up, having not been used to the bowling ball. It was getting difficult for me to bowl, and I actually dropped the ball once! After the laughter died down I switched to my left hand to bowl. It wasn't that bad, I hit 12 points in 4 or 5 throws, and also made use of the "handicap rack" to roll the ball once, knocking down about 5 pins.

My arm is still stiff, but it should be good enough for badminton as this is the forearm not the wrist. Although my antics with the watermelon last weekend nearly gave me a little strain on my wrist. That has gone now as well.

Looking forward to the cherry picking on Sunday!

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Odds and Ends

Last week at badminton:
I partnered Paul W and it was past 10.30pm. We were leading Paul and Matt (I think), the top pair, and winning. I was playing my practice shots and was a bit nonchalant about trying a couple of difficult shots. We were 20-18 up when I dropped points and it went to deuce. What ensued was the longest game I had ever played under the new scoring system. We held set point at least 3 more times after deuce but each time either lost out to some lousy shot or made a bad mistake etc... but neither could they capitalise in their (probably) 2 set points. Finally when we were down 27-28 we made a fatal error (I think it was Paul!) and went out 27-29. One more point (well, maybe two more) and the first to reach 30 points would have won.

This week at badminton:
After I put some strain on my wrist by tossing the watermelon around over the weekend, I didn't have a good night. Smashing was always into the net on the left - didn't help when I kept changing rackets. Net play is pretty decent, service is good (as Richard jnr flatteringly said, "your service is better than mine"), but my backcourt antics are grossly poor.

Happy birthday to Ho Fung!!

I'll be cherry-picking the best... cherries... this weekend. And probably some strawberries too. Court Farm (Hereford) here I come!!!!!

Now trying to plan for my next short trip - to Edinburgh for the Edinburgh Festival. I missed the Cardiff Food Festival last week.... And then Leanne asked about skiing. I might be tempted to part with 75 quid for a day's skiing lessons. Then in December I may then be compelled to part with more dosh to go for an actual ski holiday in Europe.
Oh and I am organising a pool tournament for my company - hoping there will be some genuine interest and we can then go and mint a few medals!

Saturday, July 12, 2008

the calling of maisy day

I went to watch The Calling of Maisy Day yesterday with Hui.

It was the first opera I'd ever watched, and it was performed by the Welsh National Youth Opera. We were sat almost right at the front (2nd row), with the performers screaming in our faces. Everything about it was surreal, from their gothic makeup and costumes, the lighting, the music, even the outfits worn by the young band perched atop the stage.

My summary of the difference between a musical and an opera:
A musical chains (hopefully) melodic pieces of music together.
An opera strings unrelated bits of music together, however jarring on the ear...
but it was still rather nice and I will go back next time... maybe for The Marriage of Figaro.
And I liked the "air stewardess" who I felt looked a bit like one of Wales' favourite daughters - Catherine Zeta Jones.

Animated and active, I think they did keep the audience enthralled. I didn't fall asleep even though I had a tiring day at work. And these were people my age!! Very professionally acted, I think they have a lot of potential. And somehow I don't think we have something as accomplished as this back home...

Thursday, July 10, 2008

good times, bad times

How time has flown these past few weeks. My mum has gone home already, we saw Copenhagen and Stockholm, we got battered by the rain in Scotland, driven to excitement by Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, slunk around in Roath park eating lousy cheaterbug pizza, again conned by bloody pizzamakers in Bristol at a pizza buffet which fast deteriorated into a dough-stuffing, received first-class treatment both at Tivoli Gardens and on the Virgin train to Edinburgh, went on separate underground tours, had Scandivanian-authentic fish soup at a top-class restaurant, Roger's birthday came and went, my best colleague decided to leave.

My room is still untidy, go-karting event got cancelled, driving licence at a standstill, job search research made no headway, forgot to pass some cosmetics to my mum, failed to get printer working (bloody yellow colour has disappeared??!), didn't manage to make seafood/mussel pasta for mum, rushed through Bristol and Edinburgh, didn't enter Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek (CPH), haven't done much in my project at work.

And time is still flying, just as it has been since the beginning of... ..time.